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406 pages, Kindle Edition
Published September 30, 2022
“It was more than naïve foolishness. This faith went deeper, like the roots to an unmovable tree. The type of faith that provided surly, confidence. The type of faith that allowed Char to look evil in the face and still know she was held in the Creator’s hands.”
— Madisyn Carlin, Iron
“Peace. He gives us peace.”
“Introducing Princess Chamonix of Veerham and weak lungs.”
“Red had speculated they were allergic to emotions.”
“Trust Me.”
A dangerous request. Trusting Red usually resulted in a near-death experience.
“You have that expression again.”
“What expression?”
“The one indicating you’re plotting someone’s demise.”
Red huffed. “Plotting is different from actually carrying out the plan.”
“The Master Artist saw the entire canvas, whereas Chamonix saw only a smudge of paint. The Beginning knew what would happen, and when, how, and why.”
“Life was precious, valuable, and not something to cast aside.”
“Despite what we think and feel, He is in control.”
“Never apologize for crying, dear child. We are given tears for a reason.”
“You have an iron will, Redwyn. It's not in your nature to accept defeat. Use that stubbornness and persevere.”
“I have a wonderful disposition.”
“For a cactus.”
“…he possessed a protector’s spirit. He’d do everything he could to safeguard them.”
“She made him want to be a hero.”
“She possessed a gentle soul, a healer’s heart, and a strong faith.”
“I don’t know who told you you weren’t a hero, but they were wrong.”
“The wolfmen were lunatics.”
“Why was she so touchy? Exhaustion, perhaps? She wasn't hungry, so that couldn’t be the cause.” [I cannot tell you how accurate this is of me XD]
Something cunning gleamed in Lycus’ eyes. “You underestimate my wolves.”
“…you are worth much, much more than you can fathom.”
“I think you are here to protect us.”
“I’m not a protector.”
“You are. You just don’t recognize it in yourself.”
“She wanted to control the situation, but in truth, she’d never been in control to begin with.”
“And then…” and then she grew to love him.
“Romantic love, she was finding out, was more than the giddiness and swooning. It was deep and abiding. Steadfast and loyal.
“Now, please go before you pass your sickness to me.”
“What sickness?”
“The crying sickness.”
“What would she do with all the stubborn men in her life? At the moment, beating them over the head with a crunch sounded most pleasant.”